Wanna Know?

Are we playing games?
Please
no
I am sorry
I cannot let you go.
I try.
I shunt you from memories
from dreams
but still
you appear.
You break through
smell of oil
of grease
of tobacco
calms me
envelopes me
why 
why can you not see
what I have to give.
Than I realize.
Not me.
You.
You walked into a trap 
of your own
thinking I would wait
ummmm
hello?
Yeah….
no!
I can no longer hide
tears of burnt amber
tears
you feel are your due
guess what darling
suddenly
I have realized…..
I have made my resolutions……
would you not like to know?
 
January 1/19
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